Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Complete Collection (58 page)

Wendy had to speak up to be heard over the
boat. “That’s awfully late!”

“The party should be over by then,” he
called, pulling the pole in. “It will be nice and quiet. Just you,
me and the alligators. Then we can talk.”

She hesitated, watching him sit down in the
boat. “Why can’t you tell me now?”

“I have a previous engagement.” He waved and
winked, turning on a light at the front of his boat. “But if you
really want to know more about your new boyfriend, I’ll be happy to
tell you. Just meet me back here.”

He revved the motor, getting ready to go,
and she knew it was her last chance.

“Okay,” she called. “Okay, I’ll be
here!”

“Good girl.” He gave her a thumbs up.

“What’s your name?” she asked over the sound
of the motor.

“Hook. James Hook.” He glanced over his
shoulder at her. “And who might you be?”

“Wendy Dahling.”

“Well, ta ta for now, Wendy Dahling!” With
that, he was gone, disappearing into the swamp with just a shaky,
hazy light to lead him.

Wendy returned to the party where Peter was
still gathered with
The Lost Boys
, presumably talking to the
agent. He had to be the one in the suit. Only Tink seemed to have
noticed that she had gone missing, coming up to her with a deep
frown, taking in her wet, muddy, bare feet, her shoes still
dangling in her hand.

“Where were you?”

Wendy didn’t answer. Instead, she asked the
question that had been burning on her lips. “Does Peter know anyone
named James Hook?”

Tink’s mouth flattened into a thin line, her
red lipstick all but disappearing. “Who told you?”

“Told me?” Wendy blinked in surprise. “No
one told me. I’m asking you.”

“Wendy!” It was Peter, coming for her, and
in spite of Hook’s warning, her heart soared at the sound of his
voice. “Can you forgive me for leaving you?”

She smiled. “Of course.”

He linked his arm with hers, grinning. “And
are you ready to open all your glorious presents?”

“Ask Peter,” Tink hissed, narrowing her eyes
and walking quickly away.

But there was no time for that. First it was
opening piles of gifts—clothes from jeans to shirts to dresses in
just her size, plus a brand new iPhone (that’s from
The Lost
Boys,
Peter told her) and gift cards galore. Plus all those
things you buy for a girl you don’t know—bath salts and lotions and
pretty bags and scarves. She thanked everyone for her gifts, and
they all applauded her, but of course, she knew it was mostly for
Peter, who stood grinning beside her, his arm wrapped tightly
around her waist.

Then there was cake, and all sorts of other
little dessert that Tink had painstakingly created, and more music
and dancing. Wendy found herself in Peter’s arms on the makeshift
dance floor most of the time, the world around them shimmering like
a dream.

The night faded away after that, people
saying their goodbyes, some diehards setting up with booze and
music and dancing in the living room. It began to feel a little
like the night she’d first come to Peter’s as people draped
themselves across couches and chairs, limbs twined and lips
locked.

“Come with me,” Peter whispered into her
ear, already pulling her away. Up the stairs they went, down the
hall to the largest room in the house—Peter’s room. She’d seen it
once, just from the doorway, but she wouldn’t have recognized it
when he opened the door. The place had been transformed, twinkling
lights strung up, criss-crossing the ceiling, gauze draped over the
bed, the floor covered, simply
covered
in rose petals of all
colors—red, yellow, white. They stuck to her bare feet as Peter led
her into the room.

“Tink did this,” Peter said, pushing the
gauze aside and sitting on the bed. He patted the place beside him
but Wendy couldn’t stop looking around at the magic.

“She did it for you.” Wendy smiled, taking
his offered hand and stepping closer.

“No, she did it for you,” he protested,
slipping his arms around her waist, burying his face in her
hair.

“And you did it for me.”

He looked at her, his gaze soft, loving.
“Yes, I did.”

“Why?”

“Because I really, really like you,
Wendy-girl.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “And I’ve never met
someone so in need of a happy ending in my life.”

“With all the people living in this house,
how can you say that?”

He chuckled. “You see, I’m the voice of
experience.”

His kiss broke her heart into a million
pieces and put it back together, whole and beating and thick with
blood, in an instant. She had never known anything like this, had
never known anyone like Peter.

“It really is beautiful,” she whispered as
they parted, his hands in her hair.

“And so are you.”

She flushed. “Stop.”

“I’m just getting started.”

He kissed her, softly at first, and then
deeper, his tongue finding hers, sending electric shocks along her
skin. There was no doubt about what they were going to do, and
Wendy found herself welcoming him completely. He touched her
gently, but he wasn’t tentative. His motions were firm, sure—he
knew just what he wanted as he pulled her onto the mattress, the
gauze around the bed wrapping them in a hazy cocoon.

“Oh Wendy-girl, the truth is—I’m so in love
with you,” he whispered, pushing her dress up to her hips, pressing
his lips against her navel.

She thrilled at his words and returned them
without question, without thought. “I love you, too.” It was
impossible, but it was undeniable. “I want you. Please.”

He lifted his head, where he was leaving
kisses all over her flat, trembling belly. “Do you?”

“Yes.” The word was breathless, full of
longing.

Smiling mischievously, he cocked his head,
eyes bright. “What if I decide to tease you for a while first?”

She whimpered as he traced his fingertips
lightly over her skin, bringing her body alive with his touch. He
explored her slowly and with relish, pulling the silk of her dress
over her head and staring in wonder at her breasts as she stretched
out on her back on the bed, her hands thrown over her head. She
found herself giving in to whatever he wanted, letting him fondle
and touch wherever he liked. He played her like an instrument, the
notes rising higher, growing louder.

“Peter,” she begged, wrapping her arms
around his neck, her legs around his waist. They were both in their
underwear, Wendy wearing a pair of powder blue silk panties and
Peter just in a boxers. “Please, please, please.”

“Please what?” He captured her nipple—it was
wet with saliva, having enjoyed a long sucking just a few moments
before. His eyes met hers and he grinned, his tongue making circles
around her pink areola.

“I want you,” she insisted, reaching down to
find him. He was hard and she rubbed him, not inexperienced, and
his eyes widened in surprise. Her hand slipped under the elastic of
his boxers and she wrapped her hand around the base of him, tugging
gently.

“Oh Wendy.” He groaned, beginning to thrust
in her hand. “That’s so good.”

“Is it?” She rubbed her thumb over the head.
“Do you like that?”

“Oh god.” He bit his lip as she stroked him,
wiggling under him, wondering if she could just wish the rest of
their clothes away. “You’re a naughty girl, Wendy.”

“I’m going to get naughtier.” She was true
to her word, sliding his boxers down his hips and seeking the heat
of his cock with her mouth. Peter gasped, letting her roll him to
his back and take him between her lips, sucking him slow and deep,
moaning around his length.

“Oh girl,” he whispered, his hand moving
through her hair, his hips beginning to rock with her motion. “Oh
god, girl, that’s better than Disney World.”

She giggled, licking the tip, tasting him.
“Better than ice cream?”

“Uh-huh.” He bit his lip, his eyes closing
as she went down on him again, trying to swallow his whole length.
“Better than sex… oh, wait.”

She giggled again, nuzzling his belly,
rubbing the wet head of his cock over her pert breasts. Her nipples
were hard and rosy from all his attention.

“I want to go for a ride,” she said,
slipping off her panties and straddling him.

Peter looked up at her with bright eyes. “At
Disney World?”

“It’s better,” she whispered, reaching down
to grasp and tug at him, looking down to see him rising him against
the flat of her belly.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned as she slipped him
inside of her for the first time. “Definitely better. Much, much
better.”

“Mmm hmm.” She smiled, leaning in to kiss
him, wiggling into the saddle of his hips, letting him fill her
completely. They didn’t move, just held onto each other, tongues
and limbs mingling, their bodies finding a way to settle in,
joining even more deeply.

“Wendy-girl.” Peter swallowed, looking up,
her hair falling around them like corn silk. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” she asked, smiling at him,
bemused.

“I’m going to have to fuck you.” He rolled
her to her back in one movement, his cock shoved in deep, so very
deep.

“Oh god.” She wrapped her legs around his
waist. “Don’t ever apologize for that.”

“No, I mean really…” Peter began to move,
his eyes fluttering closed. “Really…”

“Oh!” Wendy cried out as his cock bottomed
out inside of her.

“Really…” Peter drove in again, rolling his
hips and pulling back.

“Ohhh!” She clung to him as he gave her
more, more, rocking on top of her, the bed moving with the
motion.

“Really fuck you,” he panted in her ear.

“Yes!” She welcomed his weight, the buck and
thrust of his hips, and begged him for more. “Don’t stop! Oh Peter,
yes! Fuck me!”

He groaned and dipped his head down to
suckle at her breast, first one nipple and then the other, then
knelt up between her thighs, spreading them so he could fuck her
hard from that angle too.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, looked
down at her in wonder. “Fuck. Oh fuck. Ohhhh!”

She cried out in surprise as he withdrew,
still thrusting, a rising stream of cum shooting over her belly.
Grasping him in her hand—she couldn’t help herself—she milked his
throbbing cock as his climax shook his body. Peter moaned and
thrust into her hand, showering her with cum, making her tummy and
breasts sticky with it.

“Oh my,” she whispered, rubbing the wetness
into her body.

“Your turn.” Peter grinned happily, shoving
her legs back and burying his face between them. She twisted and
writhed at his sudden attention, his tongue working magic against
her clit. There was no escape. His hands grabbed her hips, mouth
tight against her pussy, nose brushing the light, curly blond hair
there, and when he slid his fingers inside of her, replacing the
emptiness, she knew she was lost.

“Oh yes!” She rocked her hips up to meet
him, her belly and ass clenched tight, giving him her orgasm with
every thrust. “Yes, yes, yes!”

She was still shaking when he kissed his way
up her body, leaving a wet trail. She tasted herself in his mouth
when he kissed her, sticky and sweet.

“We need a shower.” She traced the line of
her jaw with her finger.

He shifted his hips, surprising her. “Not
yet.” He was hard against her thigh.

“More?” She raised her eyebrows and her
hips, meeting him.

“Lots more.” He rolled her to her belly, not
letting her up to her knees as he spread her legs with his, his
cock riding the valley between them, parting her flesh with his.
Then he was inside of her, sliding in deep and hard and fast.

“Oh god!” she cried, grabbing into the
covers in her fists as they rocked the bed. “Oh yes!”

“Touch yourself,” he whispered, his breath
hot in her ear. “Do it, Wendy.”

She did, wiggling on the bed until she could
get her hand between her thighs, finding that sensitive bit of clit
and rubbing it. He encouraged her with every thrust, whispering in
her ear, his breath short, panting.

“Faster,” he urged, his cock like steel,
impaling her, making her moan and arch against him. “Do it faster.
Come on, girl!”

“Oh Peter,” she cried, her flushed cheek
against his as they fucked. “Oh you fuck me so good. Please!”

“That’s it.” He kissed her cheek, the corner
of her mouth, their bodies slick with sweat. “Come for me. Come all
over my cock.”

She moaned and spread and gave him what he
asked for, unable to hold it back for a moment longer. Her pussy
fluttered and clenched at him as she came, her cries so loud she
knew everyone must have heard them, but she didn’t care. He growled
and grabbed her, rolling and thrusting up, driving her toward the
ceiling, and she had to hold on for dear life so she didn’t topple
right off.

“Oh god!” Peter groaned and grabbed her hips
and ass, rocking with his own climax. “You’re so fucking good!”

Wendy cried out, feeling him coming, the
swell and surge of his cock bursting inside of her like fireworks.
She glanced back to see his lips pursed with pleasure, his gaze
rising to meet hers as he emptied himself completely inside of
her.

“That was far better than any ride at Disney
World.” She laughed as she climbed off him and turned around to
snuggle in his arms. “There’s no way John and Michael are having as
much fun as I am.”

Peter grinned. “That was no Epcot Center
tour, that’s for sure.”

“More like Splash Mountain.” Wendy ran a
hand over her belly, holding it up to show him the sheen. They were
soaked with sweat.

Peter smiled, his fingers walking down past
her navel, through the wiry nest of her pubic hair. “Definitely
going to need to take another trip to the Magic Kingdom
tonight.”

“You’re insatiable.” She giggled.

“You have no idea.” He took her hand and she
gasped in surprised to find him growing hard yet again.